Novel & Cerita Playful Smirk

Hunter cried like a child. I smirked at him and looked at him from head to toe. "I think this man is much more appealing than you," I said, teasing him. He pouted his lips while frowning, he looks like he got bankrupt in his business. He is funny, but it will be more funny if he is in his real face.

[smirks] Oh look, my dick is excited with you. HER: Oh, you can? [engulfs the whole length into mouth in one go, with other free hand playing gently with balls. Pauses a bit and takes it out with saliva drooling, looks up at you with a wide smirk] Your dick likes me it seems~ [strokes again and twirls around the rim] HIM: [hnghhh] You are a little devil aren't you? [Twitch and grab the back of your neck hard] It does like you, then why don't you just keep it down your throat? [Pushes you deeper]

*smirk* While my sweet little niece lets go visit them and give them a lovely gift that they won't forget said uncle Ryan. Oh, what a splendid idea. * evil smirk*

“Because you’re not going to like what happens next.” His smirk widens. “Try me.” That fucking smirk is a challenge, a direct fuck you, daring me to do exactly what he wants, to lose control, to snap, to break him down completely. And maybe I should hold back. Maybe I should remind myself that this is a game, that he’s just baiting me the same way he always does. But the way he’s looking at me, the way his breath catches slightly despite that smug grin, he wants this.

He asked me still looking deeply into my eyes. “You, tell me what's funny and I will tell you." I told him. “I wasn't the one who let out a laugh, am I?" I snorted and said, “You smirked, I saw you.” “Why are you sounding like we are tendering exhibits in court for a crime. I never knew smirking translates to laughing now.” “You really enjoy arguing, don't you?” I questioned him. “Only when it is you because I always win it.” He said in a cocky tone.

I said in a small breathless voice. He lifted his eyes and looked at me with a victory smirk. “Good you remember it but I don't. So I need to do it again,” he said with a big devilish smirk plastered on his face. My face was red as a tomato when he said that. Satisfied plus victory smirk was plastered on his stupidly handsome face.

I said. That made her laugh. It was a beautiful laugh. It was not a laugh. The sound of her laugh made me happy. It made me feel good. I would do anything to hear her laugh again. I looked at her stomach. She caught me looking. "Don’t look at me like that " she said. I smiled. "What are you talking about?" I said. "You are smiling " she said. "I do smile " I said. "No you smirk " she said. "Smiling is different " she said.

Dante turned slightly toward me, the corner of his mouth twitching in the faintest hint of a smirk. This was a game to him.

He didn't miss the smirk on Ram's face. "Please tell me, what is so funny?" Damon whispered as he rounded on the members, a vein almost popping in his neck as he fought back the urge to smack the smirk off the man's face. "These are someone's fangs. As if the act of taking them weren't despicable enough in itself, you think it's okay to laugh about it?" Damon shouted.

"You act like you don't want anyone to notice you, but you walk around like you're expecting a fight." I stare at him for a beat too long. "Then maybe you should stop looking." He smirks, but it doesn't reach his eyes this time. "Too late for that." He's actually... handsome when he smiles. Who would've thought? It's not like the smirk he usually wears, the one that says I'm bored or I know something you don't. This smile is real—soft at the edges, just for a second. It slips out before he can stop it.